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H  Y  M  X  S 


THE  INFANT   SCHOOL. 


SELECTED    BY 


A    TEACHER. 


BOSTON: 

MASSACHUSETTS  SABBATH  SCHOOL  SOCIETY. 

Depository  No.  13  Cornhill. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress  in  the  year 
1858,  b}-  the  Massachusetts  Sabbath  School  Society, 
in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  District 
of  Massachusetts. 


CAMBRIDGE : 

ALLEX   AXD   FARXHAM,    ELECTROTIPERS   AXD   PRIXTERS. 


(vi) 


CONTEXTS 


[The  figures  refer  to  the  Number  of  the  Hymn.} 


Opening  School 

Prayeb 

Praise  and  Thanksgiving 
God 

Birth  of  Christ 

Suffer  the  Little  Children 

The  Good  Shepherd 

The  Love  of  Jesus     . 

Christ  our  Example 

The  Fulness  of  Jesus 

Sin 


Repentance  

For  a  Child  that  feels  it  has 

wicked  Heart 
Anger  and  Impatience  . 
Love  to  Companions  . 


.  1—3 

4—19 
20—33 
34—39 
40—43 
44—46 
47—53 
54—58 
59—61 
62 
63 
64—66 


6S 
69,  70 


(vii) 


Vlll 


CONTENTS. 


The  Bible 
The  Sabbath 

Sunday  School 
Missionary    . 
Death 
Eternity 
Heaven 
Parting  Hymn 
Morning  Hymns 
Evening  Hymns 


HYMNS 

FOR 

THE   INFANT   SCHOOL. 


I.  Opening  School.  8, 7. 

Lord,  a  little  band  and  lowly, 
AVe  have  come  to  sing  to  thee  ; 

Thou  art  great  and  high  and  holy, 
Oh,  how  solemn  should  we  be ! 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thoughts  of  Jesus, 
And  of  heaven  where  he  has  gone  ; 

And  let  nothing  ever  please  us 
He  would  grieve  to  look  upon. 

For  we  know  the  Lord  of  Glory 
Always  sees  what  children  do ; 

And  is  writing  now  the  story 
Of  our  thoughts,  and  actions  too. 
1  (1) 


HYMNS    FOR    THE 

Let  our  sins  be  all  forgiven, 

Make  us  fear  whate'er  is  wrong ; 

Lead  us  on  our  way  to  heaven, 
There  to  sing  a  nobler  sono-. 


2. 

Lord,  before  thy  throne  we  stand ; 

Once  again  thy  children  see  ; 
Smile  upon  the  youthful  band ; 

Suffer  us  to  come  to  thee. 

Whither  else  should  children  go, 
Weak  and  impotent  as  we  ? 

Thou  hast  all  things  to  bestow ; 
Suffer  us  to  come  to  thee. 

Suffer  us  to  come  and  pray ; 

Daily  do  we  stand  in  need  ; 
And  if  thou  shouldst  turn  away, 

Lord,  we  should  be  poor  indeed. 

Suffer  us  to  come  and  own 
How  unworthy  we  have  been ; 


7s. 


I  X  F  A  X  T     SCHOOL.  3 

Since  we  look  to  thee  alone 
For  the  pardon  of  our  sin. 

Suffer  us  to  come  and  praise ; 

Condescend  to  hear  our  songs ; 
All  Ave  have  ten  thousand  ways, 

Comes  from  thee,  to  thee  belongs. 

While  we  here  have  life  and  breath, 
This  our  constant  prayer  should  be ; 

This  our  latest  sigh  in  death  :  — 
Suffer  us  to  come  to  thee. 

3.  6,  5. 

Jesus,  high  in  glory, 

Lend  a  listening  ear  ; 
When  we  bow  before  thee, 

Infant  praises  hear. 

Though  thou  art  so  holy, 
Heaven's  Almighty  King, 

Thou  wilt  stoop  to  listen 
"When  thy  praise  we  sing. 


HYMNS    FOR    THE 

We  are  little  children, 
Weak  and  apt  to  stray  ; 

Saviour  !  guide  and  keep  us 
In  the  heavenly  way. 

Save  us,  Lord,  from  sinning^ 
Watch  us  day  by  da}- ; 

Keep  us  now  to  love  thee, 
Take  our  sins  away. 

Then  when  Jesus  calls  us 
To  our  heavenly  home, 

We  would  gladly  answer, 
"  Saviour,  Lord,  we  come!' 


4.  Prayer.  6, 5> 

Our  Father  in  heaven, 

We  hallow  thy  name  ! 
May  thy  kingdom  holy, 

On  earth  be  the  same  ! 


INFANT    SCHOOL. 

Oh,  give  to  us  daily 
Our  portion  of  bread  ; 

It  is  from  thy  bounty 
That  all  must  be  fed. 

Forgive  our  transgressions, 

And  teach  us  to  know 
That  humble  compassion 

Which  pardons  each  foe. 
Keep  us  from  temptation, 

From  weakness  and  sin, 
And  Thine  be  the  glory, 

Forever !  Amen. 


5.  L.  M, 

O  Lord,  behold  before  thy  throne 
A  band  of  children  lowly  bend; 

Thy  face  we  seek,  thy  name  we  own, 
And  pray  that  thou  wilt  be  our  friend. 

Thou  didst  on  earth  the  young  receive, 
And  gently  fold  them  to  thy  breast, 


6  HYMNS    FOR     THE 

And  say  that  such  in  heaven  should  live 
Forever  safe,  forever  blest. 

Thy  Holy  Spirit's  aid  impart, 

That  lie  may  teach  us  how  to  pray ; 
Make  us  sincere,  and  let  each  heart 

Delight  to  tread  in  wisdom's  way. 

Oh  !  let  thy  grace  our  souls  renew, 
And  seal  a  sense  of  pardon  there ; 

Teach  us  thy  will  to  know  and  do, 
And  let  us  all  thine  image  bear. 


6. 


C.  M. 


The  Lord  attends  when  children  pray, 

A  whisper  he  can  hear ; 
He  hears  not  only  what  we  say, 

But  what  we  wish  or  fear. 

He  sees  ua  when  we  are  alone, 
Though  no  one  else  can  see  ; 

And  all  our  Ihoughts  to  him  are  known, 
Wherever  we  may  be. 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  7 

'Tis  not  enough  to  bend  the  knee, 
And  words  of  prayer  to  say ; 

The  heart  must  with  the  lips  agree, 
If  we  would  truly  pray. 

Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  pray  aright ; 

Thy  grace  to  us  impart, 
That  we  in  prayer  may  take  delight, 

And  seek  thee  with  the  heart. 

7.  C.  M. 

When  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray, 

As  I  am  taught  to  do, 
God  does  not  care  for  what  I  say 

Unless  I  feel  it  too. 

Yet  foolish  thoughts  my  heart  beguile, 

And  when  I  pray  or  sing, 
1  'm  often  thinking  all  the  while 

About  some  other  thing. 

Some  idle  play,  or  childish  toy, 
Can  send  my  thoughts  abroad ; 


8  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

Though  this  should  be  my  greatest  joy,  — - 
To  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

Oh,  let  me  never,  never  dare 

To  act  the  trifler's  part ; 
Or  think  that  God  will  hear  a  prayer 

That  comes  not  from  the  heart. 

But  if  I  make  his  ways  my  choice, 

As  holy  children  do, 
Then  while  I  seek  him  with  my  voice, 

My  heart  will  love  him  too. 

8.  c. M. 

Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray  ; 

Thy  grace  betimes  impart ; 
And  grant  thy  Holy  Spirit  may 

Renew  my  sinful  heart. 

A  fallen  creature  I  was  born, 
And  from  my  birth  I  strayed  ; 

I  must  be  wretched  and  forlorn 
Without  thy  mercy's  aid. 


INFANT    SCHOOL.  t* 

But  Christ  can  all  my  sins  forgive, 
And  wash  away  their  stain  ; 

Can  fit  my  soul  with  him  to  live, 
And  in  his  kingdom  reign. 

To  him  let  little  children  come, 
For  he  has  said  they  may ; 

His  bosom  then  shall  be  their  home, 
Their  tears  he  '11  wipe  away. 

For  all  who  early  seek  his  face 
Shall  surely  taste  his  love  ; 

Jesus  shall  guide  them  by  his  grace, 
To  dwell  with  him  above. 

9.  L.  M, 

Great  God  !  and  wilt  thou  condescend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
I  a  weak  child,  and  thou  so  high, 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  air  and  sky? 

Art  thou  my  Father  ?      Canst  thou  bear 
To  hear  my  poor,  imperfect  prayer  V 


!0  HYMNS    FOR     THE 

And  wilt  thou  listen  to  the  praise 
That  youthful  lips  to  thee  can  raise  ? 

My  Father  !  let  me  then  depend 
Upon  the  care  of  such  a  Friend, 
And  let  me  seek  to  do  and  be 
Whate'er  seems  right  and  good  to  thee. 

Art  thou  my  Father  ?  Then  at  last, 
When  all  my  days  on  earth  are  past, 
Send  down  and  take  me  in  thy  love, 
To  serve  thee  in  thy  courts  above. 

10  L.  M. 

My  Father,  when  I  come  to  thee, 
I  would  not  only  bend  the  knee, 
But  with  my  spirit  seek  thy  face,— 
With  my  whole  heart  desire  thy  grace. 

I  plead  the  name  of  thy  dear  Son, 
All  he  has  said,  all  he  has  done ; 
Oh,  may  I  feel  his  love  for  me, 
W  ho  died  from  sin  to  set  me  free  ! 


IXFAXT     SCHOOL.  11 

My  Saviour,  guide  me  with  thine  eye ; 
My  sins  forgive,  my  wants  supply; 
AVith  favor  crown  my  youthful  days, 
And  my  whole  life  shall  speak  thy  praise. 

Thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart ; 
Impress  thy  likeness  on  my  heart ; 
May  I  obey  thy  truth  in  love. 
Till  raised  to  dwell  with  thee  above. 


13.  CM. 

31  y  Heavenly  Father,  wilt  thou  hear 
The  words  a  child  would  speak, 

When  kneeling  down  to  offer  prayer, 
And  for  thy  blessing  seek  ? 

Oh  !  wilt  thou  teach  me  how  to  pray  V 

Direct  my  thoughts  aright ; 
Give  me  the  words  my  lips  should  say, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  light. 

Guide  me  in  all  my  way  below; 
Keep  me  from  every  snare  ; 


12  HYJIKS    FOR    THE 

Grant  me  thy  perfect  law  to  know, 
And  thy  salvation  share. 

And  when  at  last  my  course  is  run, 
And  time  shall  be  no  more  — 

When  all  my  work  on  earth  is  done, 
And  all  my  trials  o'er, 

I  '11  sing  my  everlasting  flight 

To  realms  of  bliss  above, 
Where,  with  the  throngs  of  angels  bright, 

I  '11  sing  my  Saviour's  love. 

Jesus,  Saviour,  Son  of  God, 
Who  for  me  life's  pathway  trod, 

Who  for  me  became  a  child, 

Make  me  humble,  meek,  and  mild. 

I  thy  little  lamb  would  be ; 

Jesus,  I  would  follow  thee  ; 
Samuel  was  thy  child  of  old, 

Take  me,  too,  within  thy  fold. 


INFANT    SCHOOL.  13 

Teach  me  how  to  pray  to  thee, 

Make  me  holy,  heavenly ; 
Let  me  love  what  thou  dost  love ; 

Let  me  live  with  thee  above. 


13  7s 

Jesus,  let  a  little  child 

Humbly  supplicate  thy  throne  : 

Speak  to  me  in  accents  mild, 
O  thou  great  and  holy  One  ! 

Fill  my  youthful  heart  with  grace, 
Make  it  thy  beloved  abode  ; 

Show  thy  reconciling  face, 
O  my  Father  and  my  God  ! 

May  I  early  learn  thy  ways, 

Early  know  thy  power  and  love ; 

Then  devote  to  thee  my  days 
Till  I  am  removed  above. 


14  HYMJfS    FOK    THE 

14. 

Jesus,  see  a  little  child 

Humbly  at  thy  footstool  stay; 

Thou  who  art  so  meek  and  mild, 
Stoop,  and  teach  me  what  to  say. 

Thou  who  art  so  great  and  high, 
Thou  dost  view  with  smiling  face 

Little  children  when  they  cry, 
"  Saviour,  guide  us  by  thy  grace." 

Show  me  what  I  ought  to  be, 
Make  me  every  evil  shun ; 

Thee  in  all  things  may  I  see, 
In  thy  holy  footsteps  run. 

Jesus,  all  my  sins  forgive, 
^  Make  me  lowly,  pure  in  heart, 
For  thy  glory  may  I  live, 

Then  be  with  thee  where  thou  art. 


INFANT    SCHOOL.  15 


IS.  6s. 

The  Saviour  from  his  throne, 

All  little  children  sees  ; 
And  they  who  are  his  own, 

Will  try  their  Lord  to  please. 

He  looks  with  eves  of  love, 

When  they  kneel  down  to  pray, 

And  from  his  throne  above 
Instructs  them  what  to  say. 

He  bids  them  all  to  seek, 
For  they  shall  surely  find  ; 

His  word  he  will  not  break, 
For  he  is  true  and  kind. 

Then,  little  children,  come, 

Obey  your  Saviour's  call, 
He'll  take  you  safely  home, 

He  '11  be  your  all  in  all. 


16  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

I  am  a  little  child  you  see, 

My  strength  is  little  too ; 
But  yet  I  fain  would  saved  be  ; 

Lord,  teach  me  what  to  do. 

My  Saviour,  hear  ;  thou,  for  my  good, 
Wert  pleased  a  child  to  be  ; 

And  thou  didst  shed  thy  precious  blood 
Upon  the  cross  for  me. 

I  think,  since  I  so  often  hear 
That  thou  dost  want  my  heart, 

As  thy  reward  and  purchase  dear, 
That  thou  in  earnest  art. 

Come,  then,  and  take  this  heart  of  mine  ; 

Come,  take  me  as  I  am ; 
I  know  that  1  by  right  am  thine, 

Thou  loving,  gracious  Lamb. 

Down  at  thy  feet  still  may  I  bow ; 
Be  thine,  my  Saviour,  still ; 


IXFANT    SCHOOL.  17 

In  nothing  bad  myself  allow, 
Nor  ever  show  self-will. 

But  I  am  weak,  and  nothing  can 

Without  thy  Spirit  do ; 
Help  me,  O  thou  Almighty  One, 

Help  my  companions  too. 

Preserve  our  little  hearts  secure 

From  every  hurt  or  stain  ; 
First  make  them,  and  then  keep  them 
pure, 

Opposed  to  all  that  's  vain. 

If  early  thou  shouldst  take  me  hence, 
Then  that  no  harm  would  be ; 

Into  thy  arms  I  'd  go  at  once, 
And  ever  live  with  thee. 

If  thou  wouldst  have  me  longer  stay, 

In  years  and  stature  grow ; 
Help  me  to  serve  thee  night  and  day, 

"While  I  am  here  below. 


18  HYMNS     FOR    THE 

Then,  after  walking  in  thy  ways 
And  serving  thee  in  love, 

Put  a  blest  end  to  these  my  days, 
And  take  me  hence  above. 


17.  L.  M. 

Lord  !  hear  a  little  infant  pray 
The  little,  simple  words  I  say  ; 

0  Saviour  !  listen  from  thy  throne, 
And  deign  to  call  a  child  thine  own. 

1  would  be  thine,  and  like  to  thee, 
And  serve  thee  in  simplicity  ; 
Renew  my  heart,  my  sins  forgive, 
And  teach  me,  Saviour,  how  to  live. 

When  other  little  ones  I  see, 
Young  and  gentle  may  I  be  ; 
Affection  to  my  parents  show, 
And  learn  how  much  to  them  I  owe. 

Oh  never,  Saviour,  never  let 

My  heart  thy  wondrous  love  forget ; 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  19 

Thou  who  wast  mocked  and  crucified, 
Thou  who  for  love  of  me  hast  died  ! 


18.  7s. 

Gentle  Jesus,  meek  and  mild, 
Look  upon  a  little  child ; 
Pity  my  simplicity, 
Sutler  me  to  come  to  thee. 

Now  would  I  to  thee  be  brought ; 
Dearest  Lord,  forbid  it  not ; 
In  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace, 
Give  a  little  child  a  place. 

Oh  !  supply  my  every  want, 
Feed  the  young  and  tender  plant ; 
Day  and  night  my  keeper  be  ; 
Every  moment  watch  round  me. 

19.  C.  M. 

I  'm  not  too  young  to  love  the  Lord, 
Who  does  so  much  for  me  ; 


20  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

My  blessings  come  alone  from  God  — 
How  thankful  I  should  be  ! 

I'm  not  too  young  a  prayer  to  raise 
To  God,  who  dwells  on  high ; 

He  '11  listen  to  my  song  of  praise, 
And  hear  my  feeble  cry. 

I  'm  not  too  young  for  Christ  to  save ; 

He  even  died  for  me  ; 
Yes,  he  his  life  for  children  gave, 

And  will  their  Saviour  be. 

I  'm  not  too  young  to  die  and  go 
To  Jesus  Christ  in  Heaven  ; 

But  ere  I  reach  that  place  I  know 
My  sins  must  be  forgiven. 

O  Saviour  !  listen  to  my  prayer, 
And  change  this  heart  of  mine  ; 

Oh  !  take  an  infant  to  thy  care, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine. 


IXFAXT     SCHOOL.  21 

20.     Praise  and  Thanksgiving.      Us. 

Come,  children,  adore  him,  come,  bow  at  his 
feet : 

.  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that 

is  meet ; 
Let  joyful  Hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the 

skies. 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain  all  honor  be 

paid, 
A:.  1  crowns    without  number  encircle  his 

head  ; 
Let    blessing    and    glory    and    riches    and 

might, 
Be  ascribed  evermore  by  angels  of  light. 


si. 

Come,  let  us  sweetly  sing,  join  in  full  chorus- 
Praise  to  the  Mighty  King,  him  who  reign- 

eth  o'er  us  ; 


22  HYMNS    FOR    T  II  K 

Once     he,     a     little     child,     gentle     and 

lowly, 
Taught   us   how    we   should    live,    loving, 

pure,  and  holy. 

Hail,  hail  to  him  who  once  slept  in  a  man- 
ger, 

Wandered  from  place  to  place,  homeless 
and  a  stranger ; 

Suffered  and  died  for  us  —  oh  wond'rous 
story  ! 

Suffered  that  we  might  all  dwell  with  him 
in  glory. 

O  thou,  who  once  didst  hear  children  when 
singing, 

Thou  who  didst  sweetly  say,  Suffer  ye  their 
bringing ; 

From  thy  bright  home  above  graciously 
bending, 

List  to  our  joyful  songs,  gratefully  ascend- 
ing. 


INFANT    SCHOOL.  23 

Be  thou  our  guard  and  guide,  grant  us  thy 
Spirit, 

Own  us  as  thine  at  last  through  thy  per- 
fect merit ; 

Then  shall  we  sweetly  sing  in  angelic  chorus, 

Praise  evermore  to  him  who  shall  there 
reijm  o'er  us. 


22#  7s,  6s,  double. 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 
While  hearts  and  accents  blend ; 
Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 
The  sinner's  only  friend  ; 
His  holy  soul  rejoices, 
Amid  the  choirs   above, 
To  hear  our  youthful  voices 
Exulting  in  his  love. 

We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 
Who  wept  our  path  along ; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 
The  tempted  and  the  strong ; 


24  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

None  who  besought  his  healing, 
He  passed  unheeded  by  ; 
And  still  retains  his  feeling 
For  us  above  the  sky. 

We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 
Who  died  our  souls  to  save  ; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  grave  ; 
And  in  our  hour  of  danger 
We  '11  trust  his  love  alone, 
Who  once  slept  in  a  manger, 
And  now  sits  on  the  throne. 

Then  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 
While  yet  on  earth  we  stay, 
And  hope  to  sing  of  Jesus 
Throughout  eternal  day ; 
For  those  who  here  confess  him, 
He  will  in  heaven  confess ; 
And  faithful  hearts  that  bless  him, 
He  will  forever  bless. 


INFANT     SCnOOL.  2o 

23.  s.  M. 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name 

Let  little  children  try ; 
While  saints  and  angels  do  the  same 

In  the  bright  world  on  hvjh.. 

His  love  in  heaven  is  sung, 

His  name  is  there  adored, 
Yet  children  here,  however  young, 

May  learn  to  praise  the  Lord. 

The  wonders  of  that  love 

No  earthly  tongue  can  tell, 
Which  brought  our  Saviour  from  above 

To  ransom  us  from  hell. 

For  us  he  wept  and  bled, 

And  Buffered  all  his  pain  ; 
For  us  was  numbered  with  the  dead, 

And  rose  to  life  again. 

And  still  for  us  he  prays, 

And  makes  our  souls  his  care ; 


26  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

He  loves  to  hear  our  feeble  praise, 
And  listens  to  our  prayer. 

Lord  Jesus  !  grant  that  we 
May  know  thy  saving  grace  ; 

On  earth  thy  humble  followers  be, 
In  heaven  behold  thy  face. 


24. 

Let  us  sing,  with  one  accord, 
Praises  to  the  Eternal  Lord  ; 
He  is  worthy  whom  we  praise, 
Hearts  and  voices  let  us  raise. 

He  hath  made  us  by  his  power, 
He  hath  kept  us  to  this  hour, 
He  redeems  us  from  the  grave, 
Lives  to  bless  who  died  to  save. 

What  he  bids  us,  let  us  do  ; 
Where  he  leads  us,  let  us  go ; 
As  he  loves  us,  let  us  love 
Man  below,  and  saints  above. 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  27 

Angels  praise  him  ;  so  will  we, 
Sinful  children  though  we  he ; 
Poor  and  weak,  we  '11  sing  the  more ; 
Jesus  helps  the  weak  and  poor. 

lie  will  hear  our  praise  and  prayer, 
Children's  hearts  to  him  are  dear ; 
Heart  and  voice,  let  all  be  given  — 
All  will  find  its  way  to  heaven. 


25.  C.  M. 

Hosannas  were  by  children  sung, 

When  Jesus  was  on  earth  ; 
Then  surely  we  are  not  too  young 

To  sound  his  praises  forth. 
The  Lord  is  great,  the  Lord  is  good, 

lie  feeds  us  from  his  store 
With  earthly  and  with  heavenly  food  ; 

We  '11  praise  him  evermore. 

And  when  to  him  young  children  came, 
He  took  them  in  his  arms  ; 


28  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

He  blessed  them  in  his  Father's  name, 
And  spoke  with  heavenly  charms ; 

We  thank  him  for  his  gracious  word, 
We  thank  him  for  his  love  ; 

We  '11  sing  the  praises  of  our  Lord, 
Who  reigns  in  heaven  above. 

Before  he  left  this  world  of  woe, 

On  Calvary  he  died  ; 
His  blood  for  us  did  freely  flow 

Forth  from  his  wounded  side. 
Oh  !  then  we  '11  magnify  his  name, 

Who  groaned  and  died  for  us ; 
We  '11  worship  the  atoning  Lamb, 

And  kneel  before  his  cross. 

He  rose  again  and  walked  abroad, 

And  many  saw  his  face  ; 
They  called  him  the  incarnate  God, 

Redeemer  of  our  race. 
lie  rose,  and  he  ascended  high : 

We  '11  bow  to  his  command  ; 
His  glories  fill  the  earth  and  sky, 

He  sits  at  God's  right  hand. 


IXFAXT    SCHOOL.  29 

26.  7,  6,  double. 

When,  his  salvation  bringing, 

To  zion  Jesus  came, 
The  children  all  stood  singing 

Ilosannas  to  his  name. 
•  lid  their  zeal  offend  him, 

But  as  he  rode  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  him, 

And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 

And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 
His  love  for  children  still ; 

Though  now  as  King  he  reigneth 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill, 
We  '11  flock  around  his  banner 

Who  sits  upon  the  throne  ; 
And  cry  aloud,  "  Ilosanna 

To  David's  royal  Son  !  " 

For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 
Our  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 

The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 
Might  well  Ilosannas  raise. 


30  HYMNS     FOR     THE 

But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words  ? 
No  !  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They,  too,  shall  be  the  Lord's. 

27.  8,  7. 

Humble  praises,  holy  Jesus, 
Infant  voices  raise  to  thee  ; 

In  thy  mercy,  O  receive  us ! 
Suffer  us  thy  lambs  to  be. 

Blessed  Jesus  !  thou  hast  bidden 
Babes  like  us  to  come  to  thee ; 

Though  by  thy  disciples  chidden, 
Thou  didst  tell  them  not  to  flee. 

Saviour,  condescend  to  feed  us ; 

Richly  let  thy  mercy  flow  ; 
Lend  thy  Spirit,  blessed  Jesus ! 

Light  and  life  on  us  bestow. 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  31 

28. 

Would  you  be  as  angels  are, 

Sing,  sing,  sing,  his  praise  ; 

Would  you  banish  every  care, 

Sing,  sing,  sing,  his  praise ; 
Like  the  lark  upon  the  wing, 
Like  the  warbling  bird  of  spring, 
Like  the  crystal  spheres  that  ring, 
Sing,  sing,  sing,  his  praise. 

If  the  world  upon  you  frown, 
Sing,  sing,  sing,  his  praise, 

If  you  're  left  to  sing  alone, 
Sing,  sing,  &c. 

If  sad  trials  come  to  you, 

As  to  every  one  they  do, 

For  that  they  are  blessings  too, 
Sing,  sing,  &c.     ' 

For  His  wondrous  dying  love, 

Sing,  sing,  &c. 
That  he  intercedes  above, 

Sing,  sing,  &c. 


32  HYMNS     FOR     TIIE 

Tims,  whene'er  you  come  to  die, 
You  shall  soar  beyond  the  sky, 
And,  with  angel  choirs  on  high, 
Sing,  sing,  sing,  his  praise. 


29. 


Come,  let  us  all  awake; 

Sing,  every  one ; 
Let  every  voice  partake, 

Join  in  our  song. 
Our  grateful  notes  of  praise, 
O  Lord  !  to  thee  we  raise, 
Spirit  of  truth  and  grace, 

Lord  !  hear  our  song. 

Thanks  to  our  God  on  high. 

Sing  endless  praise  ; 
Thanks  for  his  watchful  eye, 

Guiding  our  ways ; 
Thanks  for  his  Holy  Word, 
Pointing  to  Jesus'  bloo  I, 
Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 

To  endless  days. 


IXPANT     SCHOOL.  33 

Down  from  Lis  Father's  throne 

Glorious  and  bright, 
He  came  and  bled  and  died  — 

O  wondrous  sight ! 
Jesus,  to  thee  we  come, 
In  childhood's  early  bloom, 
Oh!  lead  us  safely  home, 

To  realms  of  light. 

Then  let  us  all  awake  ; 

Sing,  every  one ; 
Let  every  voice  partake, 

Join  in  one  song. 
Loudly  his  praise  proclaim, 
Sweetly  prolong  the  strain, 
Glory  to  Jesus'  name  ! 

Worthy  the  Lamb ! 


30.  8,  7,  4. 

Lord,  while  holy  angels  praise  thee, 
In  their  never-ceasing  songs ; 
3 


34  HYMN8     FOR     T  H  E 

While  thy  saints  delight  to  bless  thee,  — 
Thee,  to  whom  all  praise  belongs, 

Wilt  thou  hearken 
To  the  praise  of  infant  tongues  ? 

Yes,  we  know  our  feeble  voices 
Thou  dost  condescend  to  hear ; 

Thou  canst  perfect  thine  own  praises 
From  the  mouths  of  children  here  ; 

None  so  humble, 
But  their  voice  may  reach  thine  ear. 

Thanks  we  give  thee,  0  our  Saviour ! 

Who  didst  come  to  save  the  lost ; 
Thine  own  blood,  divine  Redeemer  ! 

Was  the  price  our  ransom  cost ; 
Thou  canst  save  us 

Even  to  the  uttermost. 

While  we  sing  our  glad  hosannas, 
While  our  tongues  thy  love  proclaim, 

Pour,  O  pour  thy  Spirit  on  us  ! 
Us  for  thine  own  children  claim  ; 

So,  for  ever, 
While  we  love  and  praise  thy  name. 


I  N  F  A  X  T     SCHOOL.  bo 

::.  c.  Mi 

Lord,  I  -would  own  thy  tender  care, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  ; 
The  food  I  eat,  the  clothes  I  -wear, 

Are  all  bestowed  by  thee. 

And  thou  preservest  me  from  death, 
And  dangers  every  hour; 

I  cannot  draw  another  breath, 
Unless  thou  give  me  power. 

My  health  and  friends  and  parents  dear, 

To  me  by  God  are  given  ; 
J  have  not  any  blessings  here, 

LUit  what  are  sent  from  Heaven. 

Such  goodness,  Lord,  and  constant  care, 

A  child  can  ne'er  repay  ; 
But  may  it  be  my  daily  prayer 

To  love  thee  and  obev. 


36  IIYMXS     FOR      T  II  E 

32.  C.  M, 

I  THANK  the  goodness  and  the  grace 
Which  on  my  birth  have  smiled, 

And  made  me,  in  these  latter  days, 
A  happy  Christian  child. 

I  was  not  born,  as  thousands  are, 

Where  God  was  never  known  ; 

And  taught  to  pray  a  useless  prayer, 

To  stocks  of  wood  and  stone. 
/ 

I  was  not  born  a  little  slave, 

To  labor  in  the  sun, 
And  wish  I  were  but  in  the  grave, 

And  all  my  labor  done. 

I  was  not  born  without  a  home, 

Or  in  some  broken  shed ; 
A  gypsy  baby,  taught  to  roam, 

And  steal  my  daily  bread. 

My  God,  I  thank  thee,  who  hath  planned 

A  better  lot  for  me, 
And  placed  me  in  this  happy  land, 

And  where  I  hear  of  thee. 


INFANT      SCHOOL.  o  i 

33.  C.  M. 

Whene'er  I  take  my  walks  abroad, 

How  many  poor  I  see  ! 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  gifts  to  me  ! 

Not  more  than  others  I  deserve, 
Yet  God  has  given  me  more  ; 

For  I  have  food  while  others  starve, 
Or  beg  from  door  to  door. 

How  many  children  in  the  street 

Half  naked  I  behold; 
While  I  am  clothed  from  head  to  feet, 

And  covered  from  the  cold. 

While  others  early  learn  to  swear, 
And  curse  and  lie  and  steal, 

Lord,  I  am  taught  thy  name  to  fear, 
And  do  thy  holy  will. 

Are  these  thy  favors  day  by  day 

To  me  above  the  rest  ? 
Then  let  me  love  thee  more  than  they, 
And  strive  to  serve  thee  best. 


38  HYMNS     FOR     THE 


34.  God.  C.  M. 

Who  made  the  sky,  that  looks  so  blue, 
Who  made  the  grass  so  green, 

AVI  10  made  the  flowers  that  smell  so  sweet, 
In  pretty  colors  seen  ? 

'T  was  God  our  Father,  great  in  power  ; 

Oh !  let  us  all  his  name  adore. 

Who  made  the  little  bird  to  fly  ? 

How  sweetly  she  has  sung; 
And,  though  she  soars  so  very  high, 

She  '11  not  forget  her  young. 
'T  was  God  our  Father,  great  in  power  ; 
Oh  !  let  us  all  his  name  adore. 

Who  made  the  sun,  that  shines  so  bright, 

And  gladdens  all  we  see  ? 
It  comes  to  give  us  heat  and  light  ; 

How  thankful  should  we  be  ! 
'T  was  God  our  Father,  great  in  power  ; 
Oh  !  let  us  all  his  name  adore. 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  39 

Who  made  the  moon  and  stars  so  high, 

The  darkest  night  to  cheer  ? 
How  bright  they  shine  in  yonder  sky, 

Oft  as  the  heavens  are  clear  ! 
'T  was  God  our  Father,  great  in  power ; 
Oh  !  let  us  all  his  name  adore. 


35.  L-  M 

When  I  look  up  to  yonder  sky, 

So  pure,  so  bright,  so  wondrous  high, 

I  think  of  One  I  cannot  see, 

But  one  who  sees  and  cares  for  me. 

His  name  is  God !     He  gave  mo  birth ; 
And  every  living  thing  on  earth, 
And  every  tree  and  plant  that  grows, 
To  the  same  hand  its  being  owes. 

*T  is  he  my  daily  food  provides, 
And  all  that  I  require  besides ; 
And  when  I  close  my  slumbering  eye, 
J  sleep  in  peace,  for  he  is  nigh. 


40  HYMNS     FOR      THE 

Then  surely  I  should  ever  love 
This  gracious  God,  who  reigns  above  ; 
For  very  kind  indeed  is  he 
To  love  a  little  child  like  me. 


36.  c.  m. 

Who  taught  the  bird  to  build  her  nest 

Of  wool  and  hay  and  moss  ? 
Who  taught  her  how  to  weave  it  best, 

And  lay  the  twigs  across  ? 

Who  taught  the  busy  bee  to  fly 
Among  the  sweetest  flowers, 

And  lay  her  store  of  honey  by, 
To  serve  in  winter  hours  ? 

Who  taught  the  little  ant  the  way 

Her  narrow  path  to  bore, 
And  through  the  pleasant  summer  day 

To  gather  up  her  store  ? 

*T  was  God  who  taught  them  all  the  way, 
And  gave  them  all  their  skill ; 

And  teaches  children,  if  they  pray, 
To  do  his  holy  will. 


INFANT    SCHOOL.  41 

37.        Thou  God  seest  me.  7s. 

When  I  sleep,  and  when  I  wake, 
When  my  daily  walks  I  take, 

Though  my  eyes  no  God  can  see, 
Still  he  ever  looks  at  me. 

When  I  speak  a  wicked  word, 

By  my  Saviour  it  is  heard  ; 
Though  I  seek  from  God  to  flee, 

Still  from  heaven  he  looks  at  me. 

When  I  break  his  holy  day, 

And  indulge  in  sinful  play, 
Could  I  still  so  thoughtless  be, 

If  I  felt  he  looks  at  me  ? 

When  with  wicked  ones  I  play, 
When  my  heart  forgets  to  pray, 

Though  I  may  forgetful  be, 
Still  my  Saviour  looks  at  me. 

When  my  angry  passions  rise, 
God  can  hear  my  sinful  cries  ; 


42  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

When  rebellious  I  would  be, 
Still  he  ever  looks  at  me. 

Every  disobedient  word, 

False  or  cross,  in  heaven  is  heard ; 
Though  no  human  eye  can  see, 

God  my  Saviour  looks  at  me. 

In  each  action  that  I  do, 

God  can  see  me  through  and  through  : 
May  this  thought  a  comfort  be, 

Christ  my  Saviour  cares  for  me. 

38.  L.  M, 

I  'm  not  too  young  for  God  to  see, 
He  knows  my  name,  and  nature  too ; 

And  all  day  long  he  looks  at  me, 

And  sees  my  actions  through  and  through. 

He  listens  to  the  words  I  say,  . 

He  knows  the  thoughts  I  have  within ; 
And,  whether  I  'm  at  work  or  play, 

He  's  sure  to  see  it  if  I  sin. 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  43 

If  some  one  great  and  good  is  near, 
It  makes  us  careful  what  we  do ; 

Then  how  much  more  we  ought  to  fear 
The    Lord,    who    sees   us   through   and 
through. 

Thus,  when  inclined  to  do  amiss, 

However  pleasant  it  may  be, 
I'll  always  try  to  think  of  this  — 

I  'm  not  too  young  for  God  to  see. 


39.  c.  m, 

God  is  in  heaven  —  can  he  hear 

A  feeble  prayer  like  mine  ? 
Yes,  little  child,  thou  needst  not  fear 

He  listeneth  to  thine. 

God  is  in  heaven  —  can  he  see 

When  I  am  doing  wrong  V 
Yes,  that  he  can  —  lie  looks  at  thee, 

All  day  and  all  night  long. 


44  HYMNS    FORT  II  E 

God  is  in  heaven  —  would  lie  know 

If  I  should  tell  a  lie? 
Yes,  if  thou  saidst  it  very  low, 

He  'd  hear  it  in  the  sky. 

God  is  in  heaven  —  can  I  go 
To  thank  him  for  his  care  ? 

Not  yet  —  but  love  him  here  below, 
And  thou  shalt  praise  him  there. 


40.  Birth  of  Christ.  C.  & 

Some  eastern  shepherds  in  the  night, 

Were  watching  o'er  their  flocks, 
When  suddenly  a  brilliant  light 
Amid  the  darkness  broke. 

And  then  a  beauteous  angel  came, 
Who  shone  as  bright  as  morn, 

And  told  them  that  in  Bethlehem, 
A  Saviour,  Christ,  was  born. 

And  when  the  angel  told  them  where 
The  infant  might  be  found, 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  45 

A  heavenly  anthem  through  the  air 
Most  sweetly  did  resound. 

"  Glory  to  God  on  high,"  they  said, 
"  And  peace  on  earth  be  given  ;  " 

Oh  !  may  we,  by  that  Saviour  led, 
Be  taken  up  to  heaven. 

41.  8,  7. 

Hark  !  what  mean  tho^e  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  sky  ? 
Loud  the  angelic  host  rejoices, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high." 

Christ  is  born,  our  Prince  and  Saviour, 
He  has  left  his  glorious  home  ; 

Now  an  infant  in  a  manger, 
To  redeem  our  souls  has  come. 

Shepherds  hear  the  wondrous  story, 
From  the  lips  of  angels  bright ; 

And  around  them  shines  such  glory, 
Rays,  it  seems,  of  heaven's  own  light. 


4G  H  Y  M  N  S    F  O  It     T  II  E 

We  would  join  to  praise  the  Saviour, 
'T  was  for  us  he  showed  such  love  ; 

May  we  now  obtain  his  favor, 

Dwell  with  him  in  heaven  above* 


42. 

Oxce  in  royal  David's  city, 

Stood  a  lowly  cattle  shed, 
Where  a  mother  laid  her  baby, 

In  a  manger  for  his  bed. 
Mary  was  that  mother  mild, 
Jesus  Christ  her  little  child. 

He  came  down  to  earth  from  heaven, 
Who  is  God  and  Lord  of  all, 

And  his  shelter  was  a  stable, 
And  his  cradle  was  a  stall ; 

With  the  poor  and  mean  and  lowly, 

Lived  on  earth  our  Saviour  holy. 

And  through  all  his  wondrous  childhood, 
lie  would  honor  and  obey  ; 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  47 

Ever  love  the  tender  mother, 

In  whose  gentle  arms  he  lay. 
Little  children  all  should  be 
Mild,  obedient,  good  as  he. 

For  he  is  our  childhood's  pattern, 
Day  by  day  like  us  he  grew ; 

lie  was  little,  weak,  and  helpless ; 
Tears  and  smiles  like  us  he  knew ; 

And  he  feeleth  for  our  sadness, 

And  lie  share  th.  in  our  gladness. 

And  our  eyes  at  last  shall  see  him, 
Through  his  own  redeeming  love, 

For  that  child  so  dear  and  gentle 
Is  our  Lord  in  heaven  above ; 

And  he  leads  his  children  on 
To  the  place  where  he  is  gone. 

Not  in  that  poor  lowly  stable, 

With  the  oxen  standing  by, 
We  shall  see  him ;  but  in  heaven, 

Set  at  God's  right  hand  on  high. 
When  like  stars  his  children  crowned, 
All  in  white  shall  wait  around. 


48  HYMNS     F  O  It    THE 

43.  8,  7. 

I  have  heard  the  wondrous  story, 
AVhen  the  Book  of  Life  was  read, 

How  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory 
Had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

How  he  left  his  throne  in  heaven, 
Here  to  suffer,  bleed,  and  die, 

That  my  soul  might  be  forgiven, 
And  ascend  to  God  on  high. 

If  I  worship  God,  who  gave  me 

Life  and  health,  and  all  things  here, 

Should  not  he  who  died  to  save  me, 
To  my  soul  be  very  dear  ? 

Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  and  Saviour ! 

Let  me  not  ungrateful  be  ; 
In  my  words  and  my  behavior, 

May  I  truly  honor  thee. 

Father  !  let  thy  Holy  Spirit 
Seal  to  me  a  Saviour's  love, 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  49 

And  prepare  me  to  inherit 
Glory  where  he  reigns  above. 

That  with  saints  and  angels  dwelling, 
I  may  there  his  love  proclaim, 

And  with  them  be  ever  telling 
All  the  wonders  of  his  name. 


44.  Suffer  the  Little  Children,   n,  9. 

I  think,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 

When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  he  called  little  children,  as  lambs  to 
his  fold, 
I  should  like   to   have  been  with   them 
then  ; 
1  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on 
my  head, 
That  his  arms  had  been  thrown  around  me, 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look 
when  he  said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 
4 


50  II  Y  M  X  B     I   0  It     T  II  E 

Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  of  his  love, 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 

I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above,  — 
In  that  beautiful  place  he  has  gone  to  pre- 
pare 

For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven, 
And    many   dear   children    are   gathering 
there, 

"  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. " 

But  thousands  on  thousands,  who  wander 
and  fall, 

Never  heard  of  that  heavenly  home  ; 
I  should  like  them  to  know  there  is  room 
for  them  all, 

And  that  Jesus  has  bid  theili  to  come. 
I  long  for  the  joys  of  that  glorious  time, 

The  sweetest  and  brightest  and  best, 
When  the  dear  little  children  of  every  clime 

Shall  crowd  to  his  arms  and  be  blest. 


INFANT    S  C  II  O  O  L  .  5  1 

45,  C.  M. 

YOUNG  children  once  to  Jesus  came, 

His  blessing  to  entreat ; 
And  I  may  humbly  do  the  same 

Before  his  mercy-seat. 

For  when  their  feeble  hands  were  spread, 

And  bent  each  infant  knee, 
"  Forbid  them  not,"  the  Saviour  said ; 

And  so  he  says  of  me. 

Though  now  he  is  not  here  below, 

We  know  his  holy  will ; 
To  him  may  little  children  go, 

And  seek  a  blessing  still. 

Well  pleased  that  little  flock  to  see, 

The  Saviour  kindly  smiled  ; 
Oh  !  then  he  will  not  frown  on  me, 

Because  I  am  a  child. 

Then  while  this  favor  to  implore, 

My  little  hands  are  spread, 
Do  thou  thy  sacred  blessings  pour, 

Lord  Jesus,  on  my  head. 


52  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

46.  s.  Bl 

"  Oh  !  suffer  tliem  to  come," 
Once  the  kind  Saviour  said ; 

And  gently  to  his  loving  arms 
The  little  ones  were  led. 

"  Forbid  them  not,"  said  he  ; 

"  My  ways  are  pleasant  ways  ; 
Children  that  fear  and  love  my  name, 

Are  happy  all  their  days. 

u  Of  such  my  kingdom  is, 

The  lowly  and  the  meek ; 
Those  who  with  sweet  humility 

All  my  commandments  keep." 

We  come,  we  come,  to  thee, 
Dear  Saviour,  and  would  pray 

That  from  thy  pleasant  paths  our  feet 
May  never,  never  stray. 


IX  FAX  T    S  CIIO  OL.  Do 

47.         The  Good  Shepherd.  Us. 

The   Lord  is  my   Shepherd ;   how   happy 

am  I ; 
How   tender    and    watchful    my    wants    to 

supply : 
He  daily  provides  me  with  raiment  and  food ; 
Whate'er  he   denies  me  is  meant  for  my 

good. 

The   Lord  is  my    Shepherd ;    then  I  must 

obey 
His  gracious  commandment,  and    walk  in 

his  way  ; 
His  fear  he  will  teach  me,  my  heart  he  '11 

renew. 
And  though  I  'm  so    sinful,  my  sins   he  '11 

subdue. 

The    Lord   is   my   Shepherd :    how    happy 

am  I ! 
I  'in  blest  while  I  live,  and  I  "m  blest  when 

I  die! 


54  HYMNS    FOR    T  H  E 

Through  death's  gloomy  valley  no  evil  I  '11 

dread, 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  my  Shepherd  hag 

said. 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd;  I'll  sing  with 

delight, 
Till  called  to  adore  him  in  regions  of  light ; 
Then    praise    him    with    angels    to    bright 

harps  of  gold, 
And  ever  and  ever  his  glory  behold. 


To  thy  pastures  green  and  fair, 
Saviour,  let  a  child  repair; 
I  will  never  stray  from  thee, 
But  thy  fold  my  home  shall  be. 

Like  a  gentle  lamb,  I  '11  stay 
In  the  meadows  fresh  and  gay, 
Peaceful  and  contented  there, 

Guarded  by  my  Shepherd's  care. 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  OJ 

By  the  waters  still  and  clear, 
I  shall  wander  without  fear, 
Happy  by  my  shepherd's  side, 
All  my  wants  will  be  supplied. 

Lord,  my  shepherd  wilt  thou  be  ? 
Help  me,  then,  to  follow  thee, 
At  thy  feet  myself  I  east, 
Thee  to  serve  while  life  shall  last 

O.  8,  7,  4. 

Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us ; 
Much  we  need  thy  tender  care  ; 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us ; 
For  our  use  thy  folds  prepare. 
Blessed  Jesus ! 
Thou  has  bought  us  ;  thine  we  are. 

We  are  thine  ;  do  thou  befriend  us ; 

Be  the  guardian  of  our  way  ; 
Keep  thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us ; 

Seek  us  when  we  go  astray, 
Blessed  Jesus ! 
Listen  to  us  when  we  pray. 


56  HYMNS    FOR    T  II  K 

Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 
Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be  ; 

Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free. 
Blessed  Jesus  ! 

May  we  ever  come  to  thee. 

Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  thy  will ; 
Holy  Lord,  our  only  Saviour, 

With  thy  grace  our  bosoms  fill. 
Blessed  Jesus  ! 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 


50.  L.  M. 

The  Lambs  of  Jesus  !  who  are  they 
But  children  that  believe  and  pray  — 
That  keep  God's  laws  and  ask  his  grace, 
And  seek  a  heavenly  dwelling-place. 

The  Lambs  of  Jesus!  they  are  meek, 

The  words  of  peace  and  truth  they  speak  ; 


IX  FA  XT     SCnOOL.  57 

To  all  God's  creatures  they  are  kind, 
And,  like  their  Lord,  of  gentle  mind. 

The  Lambs  of  Jesus  !  Oh  that  we 
Might  of  that  blessed  number  be  ! 
Lord  !  take  us  early  in  thy  love, 
And  lead  us  to  the  fold  above. 


51.  8,  7 

Jesus  says  that  we  must  love  him  — 
Helpless  as  the  lambs  are  we ; 

But  he  very  kindly  tells  us 
That  our  shepherd  he  will  be. 

Heavenly  shepherd,  please  to  watch  us, 
Guard  us  both  by  night  and  day ; 

Pity  show  to  little  children, 

Who  like  lambs  too  often  stray. 

,  We  are  always  prone  to  wander, 
Please  to  keep  us  from  each  snare ; 
Teach  our  infant  hearts  to  praise  thee, 
For  thy  kindness  and  thy  care. 


58  HYMNS     FOK    THE 

52.  C.  M. 

How  happy  are  the  lambs  who  love 

In  some  safe  fold  to  rest ; 
I  have  a  Shepherd,  too,  above, 

The  gentlest  and  the  best. 

His  lambs  he  gathers  in  his  arms, 

And  on  his  bosom  bears ; 
Where,  safe  from  dangers  and  alarms, 

Each  his  full  blessing  shares. 

Lord,  I  would  be  thy  gentle  child, 

And  listen  to  thy  voice  ; 
Be  loving,  dutiful,  and  mild, 

And  in  thy  ways  rejoice. 

Thus,  having  known  thy  love  below, 
And  reached  my  hour  to  die ; 

Rejoicing,  at  thy  call  I  '11  go, 
To  join  thy  fold  on  high. 

53.  8,  6. 

Ix  Holy  Scriptures  I  am  told, 
That  there  are  Lambs  within  the  fold 
Of  God's  beloved  Son  ; 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  59 

That  Jesus  Christ,  with  tender  care, 
Will  in  his  arms  most  gently  bear 
The  helpless  "  little  one." 

And  I,  a  little  straying  lamb, 
May  come  to  Jesus  as  I  am, 

Though  goodness  I  have  none ; 
May  now  be  folded  on  his  breast, 
As  birds  within  the  parent  nest, 

And  be  his  "  little  one." 

And  he  can  do  all  this  for  me, 
Because  he  died  on  Calvary, 

For  children's  sins  t'  atone ; 
And,  having  washed  their  guilt  away, 
He  now  rejoices  day  by  day, 

To  cleanse  the  "  little  one." 

Others  there  are,  who  love  me  too ; 
But  who,  with  all  their  love,  can  do 

What  Jesus  Christ  has  done  ? 
Then,  if  he  teaches  me  to  pray, 
I  '11  surely  go  to  him  and  say, 

Lord  !  keep  thy  "  little  one." 


60  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

Thus  by  this  gracious  shepherd  fed, 
And  by  his  mercy  gently  led 

Where  living  waters  run. 
My  greatest  pleasure  will  be  this, 
That  I  'm  a  little  lamb  of  his, 

Who  loves  the  "  little  one." 


54.        The  Love  of  Jesus. 

Jesus  loves  the  little  child 

Who  is  lowly,  meek,  and  mild ; 

Humble,  both  in  act  and  mind, 
And  to  all  around  him  kind. 

You  who  would  the  Lord  obey. 

Angry  words  should  never  say, 
But  to  others  always  do 

As  you  M  have  them  do  to  you. 

Jn  your  happy,  pleasant  b 

Angry  words  should  never  come  ; 
To  your  parents  ever  Bhow 

All  the  grateful  low  you  owe. 


IX  FA  XT     SCHOOL.  61 

Let  your  sisters  ever  find 

All  your  words  and  actions  kind ; 

While  your  friends  and  playmates  own 
Love  to  them  your  deeds  have  shown. 

55.  c.  M. 

Axd  was  my  Saviour  once  a  child, 

A  little  child  like  me  ? 
And  was  he  humble,  meek,  and  mild, 

As  little  ones  should  be  ? 

Oh !  why  did  not  the  Son  of  God 

Come  as  an  angel  bright  ? 
And  wiy  not  leave  his  fair  abode, 

And  come  with  power  and  might  ? 

Because  he  came  not  here  to  reign, 

As  sovereign  here  below ; 
He  came  to  save  our  souls  from  sin, 

Whence  all  our  sorrows  How. 

And  did  the  Son  of  God  most  high 
Consent  a  man  to  be  ? 


62  HYMNS     FOR     THE 

And  did  that  blessed  Saviour  die 
Upon  the  cross  for  me  ? 

And  did  my  Saviour  freely  give 

His  life  for  sinful  men  ? 
What !  did  he  die  that  we  might  live  ? 

Oh,  how  he  loved  us  then  ! 

Accept,  O  ever  blessed  Lord  ! 

An  infant's  humble  praise ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  Holy  Word, 

And  serve  thee  all  my  days. 

56.  7,  G. 

How  precious  is  the  story 

Of  our  Redeemer's  birth, 
Who  left  the  realms  of  glory, 

And  came  to  dwell  on  earth ! 
He  saw  our  Bad  condition, 

Oiu-  guilt  and  sin  and  shame  ; 
To  save  us  from  perdition 

The  blessed  Jesus  came. 


I  X  F  A  XT     SCHOOL.  63 

He  came  to  earth  from  heaven 

To  weep  and  bleed  and  die,    I 
That  we  might  be  forgiven, 

And  raised  to  God  on  high. 
His  kindness  and  compassion 

To  children  then  were  shown  ; 
The  heirs  of  his  salvation, 

He  claimed  them  for  his  own. 

Oh  !  may  I  love  this  Saviour, 

So  good,  so  kind,  so  mild ; 
And  may  I  find  Ins  favor, 

A  young  though  sinful  child. 
And  in  his  blissful  heaven 

May  I  at  last  appear, 
With  all  my  sins  forgiven, 

To  know  and  praise  him  there. 

57.  7b. 

Christ  is  merciful  and  mild; 
He  was  once  a  little  child ; 
He  whom  heavenly  hosts  adore, 
Lived  on  earth  among  the  poor. 


64  HYMNS     FOR     THE 

Then  he  laid  his  glory  by, 
When  for  ns  he  came  to  die ; 
How  I  wonder  when  I  see 
His  unbounded  love  for  me. 

Through  his  life  on  earth  I  see 
Lowliness  and  poverty  : 
Oh  !  how  mean  was  his  abode, 
Though  he  was  the  mighty  God. 

Yet  through  all  his  actions  ran 
Love  to  poor  and  sinful  man  ; 
He  the  sick  to  health  restored  ; 
To  the  poor  he  preached  the  Word. 

Children  in  his  arms  he  pressed, 
Kindly  took  them  to  his  breast  : 
They,  said  he,  shall  share  my  bliss, 
For  of  such  my  kingdom  is. 

58.  C  M. 

Upon"  a  lone  and  dreary  hill 
Without  the  city  wall, 


IXFANT    SCHOOL.  65 

Jesus  our  Lord  was  crucified, 
Who  died  to  save  us  all. 

We  may  not  know,  we  cannot  tell, 
AVhat  pains  lie  had  to  bear ; 

But  we  believe  it  was  for  us, 
He  hung  and  suffered  there. 

He  died  that  we  might  be  forgiven, 

He  died  to  make  us  good, 
That  we  might  go  at  last  to  heaven, 

Saved  by  his  precious  blood. 

There  was  no  other  good  enough 

To  pay  the  price  of  sin, 
He  only  could  unlock  the  gate 

Of  heaven,  and  let  us  in. 

O  dearly,  dearly  has  he  loved, 
And  we  must  love  him  too, 

And  trust  in  his  redeeming  blood, 
And  try  his  works  to  do. 


66  HYMNS    FOR     THE 

59.         Christ  our  Example. 

Lamb  of  God,  I  look  to  thee, 
Thou  shalt  my  example  be  ; 
AVhen  thou  wast  a  little  child, 
Thou  wast  gentle,  meek,  and  mild. 

Due  obedience  thou  didst  show, 
Oh,  make  me  obedient  too  ; 
Thou  wast  merciful  and  kind, 
Grant  me,  Lord,  thy  loving  mind. 

Let  me,  above  all,  fulfil 
God,  my  Heavenly  Father's,  will ; 
Never  his  good  Spirit  grieve  — 
Only  to  his  glory  live. 

Loving  Jesus,  holy  Lamb, 
In  thy  hand  secure  I  am ; 
Fix  thy  temple  in  my  heart, 
Never  from  thy  child  depart. 

Teach  me  to  show  forth  thy  praise, 
Love  and  serve  thee  all  my  days ; 


INFANT      SCHOOL.  67 

Oh,  might  all  around  me  see 
Christ,  the  holy  child,  in  me  ! 

60. 

I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

So  lowly  and  so  meek  ; 
For  no  one  marked  an  angry  word 

That  ever  heard  him  speak. 

I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

So  frequently  in  prayer ; 
Alone  upon  the  mountain  top, 

He  met  his  Father  there. 

I  want  to  be  like  Jesus ; 

I  never,  never  find 
That  he,  though  persecuted,  was 

To  any  one  unkind. 

I  want  to  be,  like  Jesus, 

Engaged  in  doing  good  ; 
So  that  of  me  it  may  be  said, 

"  She  hath  done  what  she  could." 


68  HYMNS     FOR     THE 

Alas,  I  'm  not  like  Jesus, 

As  any  one  may  see  ; 
O  gentle  Saviour,  send  thy  grace, 

And  make  me  like  to  thee. 


61.  8, 

Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  and  Saviour, 
Once  became  a  child  like  me ; 

Oh  that  in  my  whole  behavior 
He  my  pattern  still  may  be  ! 

All  my  nature  is  unholy  — 

Pride  and  passion  dwell  within ; 

But  the  Lord  was  meek  and  lowly, 
And  was  never  known  to  sin. 

I  am  often  vainly  trying 

Some  new  pleasure  to  possess ; 

He  was  always  self-denying, 
Patient  in  his  worst  distress. 

Lord,  assist  a  feeble  creature  ; 
Guide  me  by  thy  word  of  truth  ; 


IXFAXT    SCHOOL.  69 

Condescend  to  be  my  teacher, 

Through  my  childhood  and  my  youth. 


62.     The  Fulness  of  Jesus.        P.  M. 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God : 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  sin's  accursed  load  : 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  away  its  stains  ; 
AYhite  in  his  blood  most  precious, 

Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus, 

All  fulness  dwells  in  him; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem  : 
I  lay  my  grief  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  mv  sorrows  shares. 


HYMNS     FOP.      T  II  E 

I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  his  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ  the  Lord  ! 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  lovely,  lowly,  mild  ; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  Holy  Child. 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

And  learn  the  angels'  son£. 


G3.  Sin.  L.  M. 

I  MUST  not  sin  as  many  do, 
Lest  I  lie  down  in  sorrow  too ; 


IX  F  ANT     SCHOOL.  71 

For  God  is  angry  every  day, 
With  wicked  ones  who  go  astray. 

From  sinful  words  I  must  refrain  ; 
I  must  not  take  God's  name  in  vain ; 
I  must  not  work,  I  must  not  play, 
Upon  God's  holy  Sabbath  day. 

And  if  my  parents  speak  the  word, 
I  must  obey  them  in  the  Lord, 
Xor  steal  nor  lie,  nor  waste  my  days 
In  idle  tales  and  foolish  plays. 


64.  Repentance,  C.  M. 

Lord,  I  confess  before  thy  face 

I  low  sinful  I  have  been  ; 
Look  down  from  heaven  thy  dwelling-place, 

And  pardon  all  my  sin. 

Forgive  my  temper,  Lord,  I  pray, 

My  passion  and  my  pride  ; 
The  wicked  words  I  dared  to  say, 

And  wicked  thoughts  beside. 


72  HYMNS    FOR     THK 

I  cannot  lay  me  down  to  rest 

In  quiet  on  my  bed, 
Until  with  shame  I  have  confessed 

The  naughty  things  I  said. 

The  Saviour  answered  not  again, 
Nor  spoke  an  angry  word, 

To  all  the  scoffs  of  wicked  men, 
Although  he  was  their  Lord  ! 

And  who  am  I,  a  sinful  child, 
Such  angry  words  to  say  ! 

Make  me  as  mild  as  he  was  mild, 
And  take  my  pride  away. 

For  Jesus'  sake  forgive  my  crime, 
And  change  this  stubborn  heart, 

And  grant  me  grace  another  time 
To  act  a  better  part. 

65. 

If  Jesus  Christ  was  sent 
To  save  us  from  our  sin, 


I  X  F  A  X  T    SCHOOL.  I 

And  kindly  teach  us  to  repent, 
We  should  at  once  begin. 

lie  says  he  loves  to  see 

A  broken-hearted  one ; 
He  loves  that  sinners  such  as  we 

Should  mourn  for  what  we  've  done. 

'T  is  not  enough  to  say 

We  're  sorry  and  repent ; 
Yet  still  go  on  from  day  to  d;  y 

Just  as  we  always  went. 

Repentance  is  to  leave 

The  sins  we  loved  before  ; 
And  show  that  we  in  earnest  grieve, 

By  doing  so  no  more. 

Lord,  make  us  thus  sincere, 

To  watch  as  well  as  pray ; 
However  small,  however  dear, 

Take  all  our  sins  away. 

And  since  our  Saviour  came 
To  make  us  turn  from  sin, 


74  HYMNS     FOR     THE 

With  holy  grief  and  humble  shame, 
We  would  at  once  begin. 


©6.  L.  M. 

I  have  an  evil  heart  within, 
A  heart  that 's  often  prone  to  sin  ; 
What  can  a  feeble  infant  do, 
A  naughty  temper  to  subdue  ? 

This  will  I  do,  when  first  I  find 
An  evil  thought  within  my  mind ; 
1 11  go  to  Jesus  and  I  '11  say, 
Lord,  take  this  sinful  thought  away. 

Does  not  the  name  of  Jesus  mean 
One  that  has  power  to  save  from  sin  ? 
Oh,  Lamb  of  God !  take  mine  away, 
And  give  me  a  new  heart,  I  pray. 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  75 

67.  For  a  Child  that  feels  it  has  a 

wicked  heart.  C.  M. 

What  is  there,  Lord,  a  child  can  do, 

Who  feels  with  guilt  opprestV 
There  's  evil  that  I  never  knew 
Before  within  my  breast 

}Iy  thoughts  are  vain  :  my  heart  is  hard  ; 

My  temper  apt  to  rise  ; 
And,  when  I  seem  upon  my  guard, 

It  takes  me  by  surprise. 

Whene'er  to  thy  commands  I  turn, 

I  find  I  've  broken  them  ; 
And  in  thy  Holy  Scriptures  learn, 

That  God  will  sin  condemn. 

And  yet,  if  I  begin  to  pray, 

And  lift  my  feeble  cry, 
Some  thought  of  folly,  or  of  play, 

Prevents  me  when  I  try. 

On  many  Sabbaths,'  though  I  've  heard 
Of  Jesus  and  of  heaven, 


76  HYMNS     FOR     THE 

I  've  scarcely  listened  to  thy  word, 
Or  prayed  to  be  forgiven. 

Oli,  look  with  pity  in  thine  eye 

Upon  a  heart  so  hard  ! 
Thou  wilt  not  slight  a  feeble  cry, 

Or  show  it  no  regard. 


68.      Anger  and  Impatience.      CM. 

When  for  some  little  insult  given, 

My  angry  passions  rise, 
I  '11  think  how  Jesus  came  from  heaven, 

And  bore  his  injuries. 

He  was  insulted  every  day, 

Though  all  his  words  were  kind  ; 

But  nothing  men  could  do  or  say 
Disturbed  his  heavenly  mind. 

Not  all  the  wicked  scoffs  he  heard 
Against  the  truths  he  taught, 

Excited  one  reviling  word, 
Or  one  revengeful  thought 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  77 

And  when  upon  the  cross  lie  bled, 

With  all  his  foes  in  view  ; 
"  Father,  forgive  their  sins,"  he  said, 

"  They  know  not  what  they  do." 

Dear  Jesus,  may  I  learn  of  thee 

My  temper  to  amend ; 
And  speak  thy  pardoning  word  for  me, 

Whenever  I  offend. 


69.       Love  to  Companions.         8, 7. 

"  Little  children,  love  each  other;  " 
'T  is  the  blessed  Saviour's  rule  ; 

Every  little  one  is  brother 
To  his  playmate  in  the  school. 

WTe  're  all  children  of  one  Father, 
The  great  God  who  reigns  above  ; 

Shall  we  quarrel  ?    No ;  much  rather 
Would  we  dwell  like  him  —  in  love. 

He  has  placed  us  here  together, 
That  we  may  be  good  and  kind ; 


<  8  HYMNS     FOR     THE 

He  is  ever  watching  whether 
We  are  one  in  heart  and  mind. 

Who  is  stronger  than  the  other  ? 

Let  him  be  the  weak  one's  friend ; 
Who 's  more  playthings  than  his  brother  ? 

He  should  like  to  give  or  lend. 

All  they  have  they  share  with  others, 
With  kind  looks  and  gentle  words ; 

Thus  they  live  like  happy  brothers, 
And  are  known  to  be  the  Lord's. 

70.  C.  M. 

To  do  to  others  as  I  would 

That  they  should  do  to  me, 
Will  make  me  honest,  kind,  and  good, 

As  children  ought  to  be. 

I  know  I  should  not  steal,  nor  use 

The  smallest  thin^  I  see, 
Which  I  should  never  like  to  lose 

If  it  belonged  to  me. 


INFANT     SCHOOL. 

And  this  plain  rule  forbids  me  quite 
To  strike  an  angry  blow, 

Because  I  should  not  think  it  right 
If  others  served  me  so. 

But  any  kindness  they  may  need 

I  '11  do,  whate'er  it  be, 
As  I  am  very  glad  indeed 

When  they  are  kind  to  me. 


71.  The  Bible.  L.  M. 

This  is  a  precious  book  indeed  ; 
Happy  the  child  that  loves  to  read ! 
'T  is  God's  own  Word,  which  he  has  given 
To  show  our  souls  the  way  to  heaven. 

It  tells  us  how  the  world  was  made ; 
And  how  good  men  the  Lord  obeyed ; 
And  his  commands  are  in  it  too, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  do. 

It  bids  us  all  from  sin  to  fly, 
Because  our  souls  can  never  die ; 


80  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

It  points  to  heaven,  where  angels  dwell, 
And  warns  us  to  escape  from  hell. 

But,  what  is  more  than  all  beside, 
The  Bible  tells  us  Jesus  died ; 
This  is  its  first,  its  chief  intent, 
To  lead  poor  sinners  to  repent. 

Let  us  be  thankful  that  we  may 
Read  this  good  Bible  every  day ; 
And  learn  the  way  that  God  hath  given 
To  show  our  souls  the  way  to  heaven. 


72.  7s. 

Holy  Bible,  book  divine  ; 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine ; 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came, 
Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 

Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove  ; 
Mine,  to  show  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
Mine  art  thou,  to  guide  my  youth 
In  the  paths  of  love  and  truth. 


IX  F  ANT    SCHOOL.  81 

Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless  ; 
Mine,  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 

Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  sinner's  dreadful  doom ; 
O  thou  precious  book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine. 


73.  The  Sabbath.  Us. 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of 
rest ; 
The  day  of  the  week  which  I  surely  love 
best; 
The  morning  my  Saviour  arose  from  the 
tomb, 
And  took  from  the   grave  all  its  terror 
and  gloom. 

Oh  let  me  be  thoughtful  and  prayerful  to-day, 
And  not  spend  a  minute  in  trifling  or  play; 
6 


82  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

Remembering     these    seasons    were     gra- 
ciously given 
To  teach  me  to  seek,  and   prepare  me 
for  heaven. 

In  the  house  of  my  God,  in  his  presence 
and  fear, 
When  I  worship  to-day,  may  it  all  be 
sincere ; 
In   the  school  when  I  learn,  may  I  do  it 
with  care, 
And  be  grateful  to  those  who  watch  over 
me  there. 

Instruct  me,  my  Saviour;    a  child  though 
I  be, 
I  am  not  too   young  to  be  noticed  by 
thee  ; 
Renew  all  my  heart,  keep  me  firm  in  thy 
ways ; 
I  would  love  thee,  and  serve  thee,  and 
give  thee  the  praise. 


I  X  F  A  X  T     SCHOOL.  83 

74.  L.  M. 
This  day  belongs  to  God  alone, 

This  day  he  chooses  for  his  own ; 
And  we  must  neither  work  nor  play, 
Because  it  is  God's  holy  day. 

'T  is  well  to  have  one  day  in  seven, 
That  we  may  learn  the  way  to  heaven  ; 
Then  let  us  spend  it  as  we  should, 
In  serving  God  and  bein^  ^ood. 

We  ought  today,  to  learn  and  seek, 
What  we  may  think  of  all  the  week, 
And  be  the  better  every  day 
For  what  we  hear  our  teacher  say. 

And  every  Sabbath  should  be  passed 
As  if  we  knew  it  were  our  last. 
What  would  the  dying  sinner  give 
To  have  one  Sabbath  more  to  live  ! 

75.  6,  4. 

For  thee  we  long  and  pray, 
Oh  !  blessed  Sabbath  morn  ; 


84  HYMNS    FOR    TnE 

And  all  the  week  we  say, 

Oil !  when  wilt  thou  return  ? 
Come,  come  to  me,  day  of  glad  rest, 
Of  days  the  best,  sweet  Sabbath  day. 

Thou  tellest  us  how  Christ 
Arose,  and  left  the  tomb  ; 

And  all  the  week  we  say, 

Oh !  when  will  Sabbath  come  ? 

Come,  come  to  me,  &c. 

Thou  tellest  us  how  we 

Like  him  shall  leave  the  tomb ; 
And  all  the  week  we  say, 

Oh  !  when  will  Sabbath  come  ? 
Come,  come  to  me,  &c. 

Thou  tellest  of  a  rest, 

A  peaceful,  happy  home, 
Where  we  may  all  be  blesi  : 

Oh !  when  will  Sabbath  come  ? 
Come,  come  to  me,  &e. 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  85 

76.    Attention  to  God's  Word. 

When  little  Samuel  woke 

And  heard  his  Maker's  voice, 
At  every  word  he  spoke, 
How  much  did  he  rejoice. 
Oh,  blessed,  happy  child  to  find 
The  God  of  heaven  so  near  and  kind. 

If  God  would  speak  to  me, 

And  say  he  was  my  friend, 
How  happy  should  I  be ; 
Oh,  how  would  I  attend ; 
The  smallest  sin  I  then  would  fear, 
If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 

And  does  he  never  speak  ? 
Oh  yes ;  for  in  his  word 
lie  bids  us  come  and  seek 
The  God  that  Samuel  heard. 
In  almost  every  page  I  Bee, 
The  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  me. 

And  I  beneath  his  care 
May  safely  rest  my  head  ; 


86  HYMNS    FOE    THE 

I  know  that  God  is  there, 
To  guard  my  humble  bed ; 
And  every  sin  I  well  may  fear, 
Since  God  Almighty  is  so  near. 

Like  Samuel  let  me  say, 

Whene'er  I  read  his  word, 
"  Speak,  Lord ;  I  would  jobey 
The  voice  that  I  have  heard ; 
And  when  I  in  thy  house  appear, 
Speak,  for  thy  servant  waits  to  hear." 

77.  L.  M. 

When  to  the  house  of  God  we  go 
To  hear  his  word  and  sing  his  love, 

We  ought  to  worship  him  below 
As  saints  and  angels  do  above. 

Our  God  is  present  everywhere, 

And  watches  all  our  thoughts  and  ways ; 

He  marks  who  humbly  join  in  prayer, 
And  who  sincerely  sing  his  praise. 


INFANT    SCHOOL.  87 

The  triflers,  too,  his  eve  can  see, 
Who  only  seem  to  take  a  part ; 

They  move  the  lip  and  bend  the  knee, 
But  do  not  seek  him  with  the  heart. 

Oh,  may  we  never  trifle  so, 

Nor  lose  the  days  our  God  has  given  ; 
But  learn  by  Sabbaths  here  below, 

To  spend  eternity  in  heaven. 


78.         The  Sunday  School. 

The  Sunday  school,  that  blessed  place, 

Oh  !  I  would  rather  stay 
Within  its  walls  a  child  of  grace, 

Than  spend  my  hours  in  play. 
The  Sunday  school,  the  Sunday  school, 

Oh !  't  is  the  place  I  love, 
For  there  I  learn  the  golden  rule, 

Which  leads  to  joys  above. 

'T  is  there  I  learn  that  Jesus  died 
For  sinners  such  as  I ; 


88  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

Oh  !  what  has  all  the  world  beside, 

That  I  should  prize  so  high  ? 
The  Sunday  school,  the  Sunday  school, 

Oh,  't  is  the  place  I  love, 
For  there  I  learn  the  golden  rule, 

Which  leads  to  joys  above. 

Then  let  our  grateful  tribute  rise, 

And  songs  of  praise  be  given 
To  him  who  dwells  above  the  skies, 

For  such  a  blessing  given. 
The  Sunday  school,  the  Sunday  school,  &c. 


79.  Missionary. 

Many  little  ones  there  are 
O'er  the  sea  so  very  far, 
Who've  not  heard  of  God  above, 
Nothing  know  of  Jesus'  love. 

Children  who  kneel  down  alone 
To  their  gods  of  wood  and  stone, 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  89 

Never  have  been  taught  to  pray, 
"  Jesus,  take  our  sins  away." 

Yet  he  left  his  throne  above 
Full  of  pity  and  of  love, 
And  for  them  as  well  as  me 
Died  upon  the  shameful  tree. 

How  I  wish  that  they  could  know 
That  the  Saviour  loves  them  so  ; 
That  he  will  their  sins  forgive, 
Take  them  with  himself  to  live. 

Let  us  send  the  Bible  there, 
Daily  offering  up  a  prayer, 
That  forever  they  may  sing 
Praises  to  our  heavenly  king. 

80.  78. 

Little  travellers  Zionward, 
Each  one  entering  into  rest 

In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 
In  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 


90  HYMNS    FOR    T  II  E 

There  with  welcome,  Jesus  waits, 
Gives  the  crowns  his  followers  win ; 

Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates  — 
Let  the  little  travellers  in  ! 

Who  are  these  whose  little  foot, 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 
Now  have  reached  that  heavenly  seat, 

They  have  ever  kept  in  view  ? 
"  I,  from  Greenland's  frozen  land  ;  " 

"  I,  from  India's  sultry  plain  ; " 
"  I,  from  Afric's  burning  sand ;  " 

"  I,  from  islands  of  the  main." 

"  All  our  earthly  journey  past, 

Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  together  met  at  last, 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky." 
Each  the  welcome  "  Come  !  "  awaits, 

Conquerors  over  death  and  sin  ; 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates, 

Let  the  little  travellers  in  ! 


INFANT    SCHOOL.  91 

81.  5,  6. 

God  intrusts  to  all 

Talents  few  or  many  ; 
None  so  young  or  small, 
That  they  have  not  any. 

Though  the  £reat  and  wise 
Have  a  greater  number  ; 

Yet  my  one  I  prize, 

And  it  must  not  slumber. 

God  will  surely  ask 

Ere  I  enter  heaven, 
Have  I  done  the  task 

"Which  to  me  was  given  ? 

Little  drops  of  rain 

Bring  the  springing  flowers ; 
And  I  may  attain 

Much  by  little  powers. 

Every  little  mite, 

Every  little  measure, 
Helps  to  spread  the  light, 

Helps  to  swell  the  treasure. 


92  HYMNS     FOR     THE 

82. 

Can  I,  a  little  child, 

Do  any  thing  for  those, 
Who  are  by  sin  defiled, 
To  lighten  their  sad  woes  ? 
I  cannot  see  a  reason  why 
I  should  not,  if  I  really  try. 

First,  then,  I  would  implore 

The  Lord  to  change  their  heart ; 
Then,  from  my  little  store 
I  freely  will  impart, 
That  some  kind  teacher  may  be  given, 
To  point  out  Christ,  the  way  to  heaven. 

How  would  such  joyful  news 
Their  inmost  souls  delight ; 
And  who  would  then  refuse 
To  give  their  fee  hie  mite  ; 
That  every  heathen  child  may  know, 
What  blessings  Jesus  can  bestow  ! 


INFANT    SCHOOL.  93 

83.  6,  5. 

Little  drops  of  water, 

Little  grains  of  sand, 
Make  the  mighty  ocean, 

And  the  pleasant  land. 

Thus  the  little  minutes, 
Humble  though  they  be, 

Make  the  mighty  ages 
Of  eternity. 

Thus  our  little  errors 

Lead  the  soul  away 
From  the  path  of  virtue 

Far  in  sin  to  stray. 

Little  deeds  of  kindness, 

Little  words  of  love, 
Make  our  earth  an  Eden, 

Like  the  heaven  above. 

Little  seeds  of  mercy, 
Sown  by  youthful  hands, 


94  HYMNSFORTIIE 

Grow  to  bless  the  nations, 
Far  in  heathen  lands. 


84.  Death.  7s. 

I  am  young,  but  I  must  die  ; 
In  my  grave  I  soon  must  lie ; 
Am  I  ready  now  to  go, 
If  the  will  of  God  be  so  ? 

Lord,  prepare  me  for  my  end, 
To  my  heart  thy  spirit  send ; 
Help  me,  Jesus,  thee  to  love, 
Take  my  soul  to  heaven  above. 

Then  I  shall  with  Jesus  be, 
Then  I  shall  my  Saviour  see  ; 
Never  more  have  any  pain, 
Never  more  shall  sin  a^ain. 


INFANT    SCHOOL.  95 

85.  Eternity.  C.  M. 

How  long  sometimes  a  day  appears, 
And  weeks,  how  long  are  they  ! 

Months  move  as  slow  as  if  the  years 
Would  never  pass  away  ! 

But  months  and  years  are  passing  by, 

And  soon  must  all  be  gone ; 
For  day  by  day,  as  minutes  fly, 

Eternity  comes  on. 

Days,  months,  and  years,  must  have  an  end, 

Eternity  has  none ; 
'T  will  always  have  as  long  to  spend, 

As  when  it  first  begun. 

Great  God  !  an  infant  cannot  tell 

How  such  a  thing  can  be ; 
I  only  pray  that  I  may  dwell 

That  long,  long  time  with  thee. 


96  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

86.  C.  M. 

Though  I  am  young,  T  have  a  soul 

The  world  can  never  buy  ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  roll, 

It  will  not,  cannot,  die. 

For  it  must  soar  to  worlds  on  high, 

Where  happy  spirits  dwell ; 
Or,  buried  with  the  wicked,  lie, 

Deep  in  the  grave  of  hell. 

The  soul  by  numerous  sins  defiled 

Can  never  enter  heaven, 
Till  God  and  it  be  reconciled, 

And  all  its  sins  forgiven  ; 

Till  it  be  pure  from  all  its  stains, 

In  perfect  righteousness ; 
Cleansed  by  the  Saviour's  dying  pains, 

Renewed  by  sovereign  grace. 

Pardon  it,  cleanse  it,  God  of  grace, 
And  let  it  holy  be ; 


INFANT    SCHOOL. 

Arrayed  in  thine  own  holiness, 
And  meet  to  dwell  with  thee. 


87,  Heaven. 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  heaven  above, 

Our  glorious,  happy  home, 
Where  dwells  the  Saviour  whom  we  love. 

And  who  has  bid  us  come. 
Oh,  that  is  joyful,  joyful,  joyful ! 

Oh,  that  is  joyful, 
That  Jesus  bids  us  come 

To  dwell  with  him  above, 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song 
Of  his  redeeming  love. 

Angels  are  there  around  the  throne ; 

Sweet  notes  of  praise  they  sing, 
All  glory  to  our  God  alone, 
And  to  our  Saviour  king. 
Oh  !  that  is  joyful,  &c. 
7 


98  HYMNS    FOR    THE 

■ 

And  children  join  the  glorious  song, 
Who  once  lived  here  below  ; 

But  now  amid  that  sinless  throng 

They  no  more  sorrow  know. 

Oh  !  that  is  joyful,  &c. 

*T  was  Jesus  died  that  we  might  gam 
This  glorious,  happy  home  ; 

For  us  he  suffered  grief  and  pain, 
And  therefore  bids  us  come. 
Oh!  that  is  joyful,  &c. 

88. 

There  is  a  happy  band, 

Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  ; 
Oh  !  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
WTorthy  is  our  Saviour  king, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

Come  to  this  happy  land, 
Come,  come  away ; 


INFANT     SCnOOL.  99 

Why  Trill  ye  doubting  stand  ? 

Why  still  delay  ?  , 
Oh  !  we  shall  happy  be, 
"When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

Bright  in  that  happy  land 

Beams  every  eye  ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh  !  then  to  glory  run  ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won  ; 
And  bright  above  the  sun 

We  reign  for  aye. 

89. 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 

Thousands  of  children  stand  ; 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy  happy  band  ; 
Singing  glory,  glory,  glory,  be  to  God  on 
hi^h. 


100  HYMNS     FOR     THE 

In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white, 
See  every  one,  arrayed  ; 

Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
And  joys  that  cannot  fade, 


What  brought  them  to  that  world  above  ? 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace  and  joy  and  love; — • 

How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Singing  glory.  &c. 

Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin  ; 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 

Behold  them  white  and  clean  ! 
Singing  glory,  &c. 

On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 
On  earth  they  loved  his  name; 

So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 
Singing  glory,  &c. 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  101 

90.  7,  6,  double, 

I  want  to  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand. 
There,  right  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I  \\  wake  the  sweetest  music, 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 

I  never  should  be  weary, 

Nor  ever  shed  a  tear, 
Nor  ever  know  a  sorrow, 

Nor  ever  feel  a  fear ; 
But  blessed,  pure,  and  holy, 

I  'd  dwell  in  Jesus'  sight, 
And  with  ten  thousand  thousands 

Praise  him  both  day  and  night. 

I  know  I  'm  weak  and  sinful, 

But  Jesus  will  forgive, 
For  many  little  children 

Have  gone  to  heaven  to  live. 


102  HYMNS    FOR     THE 

Dear  Saviour,  when  I  languish, 
And  lay  me  down  to  die, 

Oh,  send  a  shining  angel 
To  bear  me  to  the  sky ! 

Oh,  there  I  '11  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand  ; 
And  there,  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I  '11  join  the  heavenly  music, 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 

01.  " 

Who  are  they  in  heaven  that  stand 
Clothed  in  white  at  God's  right  hand  ? 
In  their  robes  so  fair  and  bright, 
They  are  shining  like  the  light. 

Harps  of  gold  and  palms  they  bear, 
All  are  good  and  happy  there  ; 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  103 

Much  I  wonder  what  their  name, 
AVho  they  are,  and  whence  they  came. 

They  who  now  are  praising  God, 
Once  the  path  of  sorrow  trod  ; 
Now,  by  Christ  their  Saviour  led, 
Crowns  of  joy  are  on  their  head. 

They  shall  never  weep  again, 
Never  know  a  grief  or  pain  ; 
All  is  bright  and  shining  day; 
God  has  wiped  their  tears  away. 

May  I  with  them  also  stand, 
Robed  in  white,  at  God's  right  hand ; 
And  with  joy  forever  sing 
Praises  to  my  God  and  king. 

\ 

92.  L.  P.  M. 

On,  there  are  little  ones  in  heaven, 

Children  like  us,  around  the  throne, 
To  whom  the  King  of  kings  hath  given 

A  crown  of  glory  like  his  own. 


104  HYMNS     FOR     THE 

Jesus,  thy  grace,  so  rich,  so  free, 

Hath  suffered  them  to  come  to  thee  I 

Oh !  let  us  think  of  them  to-day, 
Their  sweet  and  everlasting  song, 

And  hope  to  sing  as  loud  as  they, 
In  the  same  holy-  heaven,  ere  long. 

Jesus,  may  this  our  portion  be  ! 
Oh  !  suffer  us  to  come  to  thee  ! 

Those  happy  children  in  the  sky 

Went  from  this  sad  and  sinful  earth  ; 

How  were  their  spirits  raised  so  high, 
Above  their  low  estate  by  birth  ? 

They  came  to  Christ,  and  so  will  we  ; 
Lord,  suffer  us  to  come  to  thee  ! 

So  come,  with  humbleness  of  mind. 
With  simple  faith  and  earnest  prayer, 

To  seek  thy  precious  cross,  and  find 
Peace,  pardon,  joy,  salvation  there. 

Oh  !  set  our  sinbound  spirits  free, 
And  suffer  us  to  come  to  thee  ! 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  105 

93.  c.  M, 

"  Oh  !  what  is  heaven  ?  I  want  to  know, 
And  what  is  passing  there  ? 

Do  gentle  rivers  brightly  flow, 
And  flowers  perfume  the  air  V  " 

Yes,  there  are  flowers  that  never  fade, 
And  streams  that  never  dry  ; 

And  there  is  known  no  evening  shade, 
To  dim  the  glorious  sky. 

"  Oh  !  what  is  heaven,  I  want  to  know ; 

Are  children  playing  there  ? 
And  do  they  thirst  and  hunger  now, 

And  feel  a  parent's  care  ?  " 

No,  never  do  they  hunger  there, 
Or  precious  moments  waste, 

But  beauteous  as  the  angels  are, 
"With  Christ's  own  image  graced. 

11  But  where  is  heaven  ?  —  Oh,  is  it  far 
Above  the  ground  I  tread  ? 


106  HYMNS     FOR     THE 

Or  is  it  fixed  in  yonder  star, 

Whose  beams  shine  mildly  red  ?  " 

No,  't  is  the  Saviour's  smiling  face 
That  makes  the  heaven  above  ; 

And,  would  we  reach  that  happy  place, 
We  here  his  name  must  love. 

'Tis  in  his  word  that  we  are  told 

Of  bliss  beyond  the  sky, 
And  how  to  obtain  a  crown  of  gold 

All  glorious  when  we  die. 

"  Dear  Jesus,  may  I  now  be  thine, 
And  have  my  sins  forgiven  ; 

Among  the  saints  and  angels  shine 
With  thee  —  for  that  is  heaven." 

04. 

On,  happy  land  !  Oh,  happy  land  ! 
Where  saints  and  angels  dwell; 

We  long  to  join  that  glorious  band, 
And  all  their  anthems  swell. 


INFANT    SCHOOL.  107 

But  every  voice  in  yonder  throng 
On  earth  has  breathed  a  prayer ; 

No  lips  untaught  may  join  that  song, 
Or  learn  the  music  there. 

Thou  heavenly  Friend  !  Thou  heavenly 
Friend  ! 

Oh,  hear  us  when  we  pray ; 
Xow  let  thy  pardoning  grace  descend, 

And  take  our  sins  away. 
Be  all  our  fresh,  our  youthful  days, 

To  tby  blest  service  given ; 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  sing  thy  praise, 

A  ransomed  band  in  heaven. 


95.  Parting  Hymn.  7s. 

Now  has  come  our  parting  hour  ; 

Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  mercy,  love,  and  power, 

Of  our  ever  present  Friend. 

Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer, 
Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep  ! 


108  HYMNS     FOR     THE 

Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

And,  when  all  our  days  are  past 
May  we  find  that  death  is  gain  ; 

Lord,  receive  us  all  at  last, 
Ever  with  thyself  to  reign  ! 


96.  Morning  Hymns.  fa 

When  the  morning,  fair  and  bright, 
Comes  to  cheer  me  with  its  light, 
I  will  wake,  and  thankfully 
Ask  a  blessing  for  the  day. 

AVhen  I  do  wrong,  and  know  I  've  been 
Tempted  to  the  path  of  sin, 
I  will  kneel,  and  look  to  heaven, 
And  pray  to  have  that  sin  forgiven. 

When  I  am  happy,  good,  and  glad, 
And  nothing  conies  to  make  me  sad, 
1  shall  love  to  thank  and  bless 
God,  for  all  my  happiness. 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  109 

When  I  see  the  setting  sun, 

And  the  starry  night  comes  on, 

Father  !  I  will  pray  to  be 

Kept  and  blessed  and  loved  by  thee. 

97.  4,  6. 

The  morning  bright 

With  rosy  light, 
Hath  waked  me  from  my  sleep. 

Father  !  I  own 

Thy  love  alone 
Thy  little  one  doth  keep. 

All  through  the  day, 

I  humbly  pray, 
Be  thou  my  guard  and  guide  ; 

My  sins  forgive, 

And  let  me  live, 
Blest  Jesus,  near  thy  side. 

Oh  !  make  thy  rest 
Within  my  breast ; 
Great  Spirit  of  all  grace  ! 


110  HYMNS     FOR     TUB 

Make  me  like  thee  ; 
Then  I  shall  be 
Prepared  to  see  thy  face. 

98.  c.  M. 

I  THANK  thee,  Lord,  for  quiet  rest, 

And  for  thy  care  of  me  ; 
Oh,  let  me  through  this  day  be  blest, 

And  kept  from  harm  by  thee. 

Oh,  take  my  evil  heart  away, 
And  make  me  clean  and  good ; 

Lord  Jesus,  save  my  soul,  I  pray, 
And  wash  me  in  thy  blood. 

Oh,  let  me  love  thee  ;  kind  thou  art, 

To  children  such  as  I ; 
Give  me  a  gentle,  holy  heart ; 

Be  thou  my  Friend  on  high. 

Help  me  to  please  my  parents  dear, 
And  do  whate'er  they  tell ; 

Bless  all  my  friends,  both  far  and  near, 
And  keep  them  safe  and  well. 


I  X  F  A  N  X     SCHOOL.  Ill 

99.  Evening  Hymns.  8, 7. 
Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me  ; 

Bless  thy  little  lamb  to-night  ; 
In  the  darkness  be  thou  near  me, 

Watch  my  sleep  till  morning  light. 

All  this  day  thy  hand  has  led  me, 
And  I  thank  thee  for  thy  care  ; 

Thou  hast  clothed  me,  warmed  and  fed  me, 
Listen  to  my  evening  prayer. 

Let  my  sins  be  all  forgiven, 

Bless  the  friends  I  love  so  well ; 

Take  me,  when  I  die,  to  heaven, 
Happy  there  with  thee  to  dwell. 

100.  C.  M. 
Bright  little  star  on  evening's  breast, 

How  beams  thy  golden  light ; 

Fast  thou  art  sinking  in  the  west, 

Sweet  little  star,  good  night ! 


112  HYMNS      FOR     THE 

And  I,  when  I  have  bent  my  knee, 
And  said  my  evening  prayer, 

To  him  who  made  both  thee  and  me, 
Will  to  my  rest  repair. 

And,  thinking  on  that  brighter  star 
Which  once  o'er  Bethlehem  rose, 

And  eastern  sages  led  from  far, 
I  sink  to  sweet  repose. 

And  oh  !  when  I  at  last  shall  lie 
In  death's  cold  slumber  down, 

May  then  my  spirit  shine  on  high, 
A  star  in  Jesus'  crown  ! 


101*  [TO    BE    REPEATED.] 

Who  came  from  heaven  to  ransom  me  ? 
Jesus,  who  died  upon  the  tree. 
Why  did  he  conic  from  heaven  above? 
He  came  because  his  name  wag  "Love.'* 
And  did  he  die  —  the  Son  of  Go  1  '• 
Yes,  on  the  cross  he  shed  his  blood. 


INFANT     SCHOOL.  113 

Why  did  my  Lord  and  Saviour  bleed  ? 
That  we  from  evil  might  be  freed. 
When  he  had  died,  what  happened  then  ? 
On  the  third  day  he  rose  again. 
"Where  did  he  go  when  he  had  risen  ? 
He  went  to  God's  right  hand  in  heaven. 
Where  is  he  now  ?  Is  he  still  there  ? 
Yes,  and  he  pleads  with  God  in  prayer. 
What  does  lie  pray  for,  and  for  whom  ? 
He  prays  that  we  to  him  might  come. 
Should   we    not    come  ?     Should   we   not 

come  ? 
Oh  !  yes,  Christ  is  the  sinner's  home  ; 
Christ  is  the  weary  sinner's  home  — 
Oh  !  let  us  come  !   Oh  !  let  us  come  ! 


Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
I 'raise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
8 


114 


HYMNS,     ETC. 


Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Glory  as  of  old,  to  thee, 
Now  and  evermore  shall  be  ! 


INDEX   OF  FIRST  LINES. 


[TJie  Figures  refer  to  the  Number  of  the  Hymn.] 

And  was  my  Saviour  once  a  child?        .     .  CM.  55 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven    .     .  P.  M.  89 

Bright  little  star  on  evening's  breast    .     .  CM.     100 

Can  I,  a  little  child 82 

Cb i ist  is  merciful  and  mild 7s.  57 

Come,  children,  adore  him lis.  20 

Come,  let  us  all  awake 29 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  heaven  above    ...  87 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus 7,  6.  22 

Come,  let  us  sweetly  sing 21 

For  thee  we  long  and  pray 6,  4.  75 

Gentle  Jesus,  meek  and  mild 7s.  18 

Go  1  intrusts  to  all 5,6.  81 

God  is  in  heaven  —  can  he  hear?     .    .    .  C  M.  89 

(115) 


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INDEX    OF     FIRST     LINES. 


Great  God,  and  wilt  thou  condescend  ? 


L.  M. 


Hark,  what  mean  those  holy  voices  ? 
Holy  Bible,  book  divine  .... 
Hosannas  were  by  children  sung 
How  happy  are  the  lambs  who  love 
How  long  sometimes  a  day  appears  . 
How  precious  is  the  story  .... 
How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning 

of  rest 

Humble  praises,  holy  Jesus      .     . 


I  am  a  little  child,  you  see  .     .     . 

I  am  young,  but  I  must  die     .     . 

If  Jesus  Christ  was  sent       .     .     . 

I  have  an  evil  heart  within      .     . 

I  have  heard  the  wondrous  story 

I  ;m  not  too  young  for  God  to  see 

I  'm  not  too  young  to  love  the  Lord 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus    .    .     .     . 

I  must  not  sin  as  many  do        .     . 

In  Holy  Scriptures  I  am  told   .     . 

I  thank  thee,  Lord,  for  quiet  rest 

I  thank  the  goodness  and  the  grace 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweot  story  of  old 

I  want  to  be  an  angel       .... 

I  want  to  be  like  Jesus     .... 


Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  and  Saviour 
Jesus,  high  in  glory 


INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES. 


117 


Jesus,  let  a  little  child     .     .     . 
Jesus  loves  the  little  child    .     . 
Jesus,  Saviour.  Son  of  God 
Jesus  says  that  we  must  love  him 
Jesus.  >ee  a  little  child      .     .     . 
Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me 


Lamb  of  God,  I  look  to  thee  .     . 
Let  us  sing  with  one  accord 
Little  children,  love  each  other 
Little  drops  of  water     .... 
Little  travellers  Zionward      .     . 
Lord,  a  little  band  and  lowly 
Lord,  before  thy  throne  we  stand 
Lord,  hear  a  little  infant  pray 
Lord,  I  confess  before  thy  face 
Lord,  1  would  own  thy  tender  care 
Lorl,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray   . 
Lord,  while  holy  angels  praise  thee 


Many  little  ones  there  are  .  .  . 
My  Father,  when  I  come  to  thee  . 
My  Heavenly  Father,  wilt  thou  hear 


Now  has  come  our  parting  hour 


Oh !  suffer  them  to  come  .  .  . 
Oh,  happy  land  !  Oh,  happy  land ! 
0  Lord,  behold  before  thy  throne 


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INDEX     OF    FIRST    LINES. 


Once  in  royal  David's  city     .... 
Oh,  there  are  little  ones  in  heaven 
Oh  !  what  is  heaven  ?  I  want  to  know 
Our  Father  in  heaven       


Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us    .     . 
Some  eastern  shepherds  in  the  night 

The  lambs  of  Jesus  —  who  are  they  ? 
The  Lord  attends  while  children  pray 
The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  how  happy 
The  morning  bright      .     .     . 
There  is  a  happy  land  .     .     . 
The  Saviour  from  his  throne 
The  Sunday  School,  that  blessed  place 
This  day  belongs  to  God  alone  . 
This  is  a  precious  book  indeed  . 
Though  I  am  young,  I  have  a  soul 
To  do  to  others  as  I  would    . 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name 
To  thy  pastures  green  and  fair 


"What  is  there,  Lord,  a  child  can  do? 
When  daily  1  kneel  down  to  pray 
Whene'er  1  take  my  walks  abroad 
When  for  pome  Little  insult  given 
When  his  salvation  bringing    .    . 
When  1  look  up  to  yonder  sky 
"When  I  sloop  and  when  I  wake 
When  little  Samuel  woke      .     .     . 


INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINKS. 


110 


When  to  the  house  of  God  vre  go  .  .  . 
"When  the  morning  fair  and  bright  .  . 
"Who  are  they  in  heaven  that  stand  ? 
"Who  came  from  heaven  to  ransom  me  ? 
"Who  made  the  sky  that  looks  so  blue  ?  . 
Who  taught  the  bird  to  build  her  nest  ? 
"Would  you  be  as  angels  are  ?      .     .     .     . 


L.  M. 


C.  M. 


91 

II  1 

34 
G3 
23 


Young  children  once  to  Jesus  came 


C.  M.     45 


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